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fled, only stopping in lonely places, scores 

 of miles from the haunts of men. 



But as he fled, gradually the sense of 

 fear grew less, for he no longer saw any 

 indications of man. Upon the vast treeless 

 barrens that he at last reached, or in the 

 deep, swampy places, luxuriant with a 

 tangle of green growing things, was no 

 sign of his destroyer. Here again was good 

 feed, feed that kept green long after the 

 grass upon the barrens had withered, for 

 Buck was just upon the edge of the Land of 

 the Muskeg, the lonely domain of the Hud- 

 son's Bay Company, where only the trapper 

 cared to penetrate. A lonely land, manless, 

 and almost Godless it seemed, but peace was 

 there and fear had been left far behind. 



